And why they are A Good Thing.
Today weâre going to talk about boundaries.
This is John.
John is a GP.
John often finishes late because he doesnât have any boundaries. His patients enjoy speaking to him and they spend more time with him than they should.
Hereâs John speaking to one of his patients now. Sheâs called Julie. Julie is an accountant. She likes to talk to John about her drink problem and how she is being micro-managed at work. She is explaining to John that the manager has moved all of the office furniture around to show how powerful she is. She spends ages explaining to John exactly where all the different bits of furniture have been moved.
John feels depressed.
John starts to think of things that might make him feel better. Itâs his wifeâs birthday today and John loves birthday cake. Eating cake is like getting a great big hug from the inside. But John knows that cake is a maladaptive coping mechanism. A bit like Julieâs whiskey ⌠and heroin.
Julie is still talking. John tries yawning and looking at his watch but this doesnât work.
He tries to signpost how much time they have left together and begins to summarise the consultation. But Julie doesnât give a shit about his signposts and keeps on talking.
John starts to fantasise about how he can get away from the practice.
He imagines tunnelling out.
He imagines walking across a tight-rope and jumping into a waiting speedboat.
He even imagines his friend landing a helicopter on the roof and winching him to safety. But then he remembers that he isnât rich enough to own a helicopter, or a speedboat. John doesnât even own a mountain bike.
John doesnât have any boundaries and because his patients have taken up so much of his time heâs late home again.
When he gets home itâs already very dark and the children are in bed.
He gives his wife a kiss and she says âI gave your cake to the dog, you selfish bastardâ.
Johnâs wife has very clear boundaries.
